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evergone · 9 months

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Theodore Nott General + Dating HCs

Theodore Nott x reader

Warnings: Smoking, alcohol, nudity, swearing.

Description: General and dating headcanons.

Smokes mostly when he’s anxious or angry (or any other negative emotion) rather than as a recreational activity.

Has tried to quit, but never sticks with it.

A big fighter — hates it when people talk shit about you or his friends and is almost always the one to start fights.

So protective of you it’s not even funny, and Blaise and Draco are always there to back him up when he fights for your honour or whatever.

Physical touch and quality time are his two biggest love languages because he didn’t get much of that when he was growing up. After that its gift giving, acts of service, and words of affirmation (he’s not a big talker).

Always has to be touching you in someway, be that linked pinkies or you sitting on his lap.

If you’re a legimens he always wants you to be reading his mind so you can see how pretty you are.

Argues with Hermione Granger’s annotations in the library books and forces you to take his side even when you think he’s wrong because “you’re [his] girlfriend and therefore you have to be on [his] side.”

Doesn’t personally wear glasses but loves to try on yours if you wear them — especially if you’re really blind.

Loves it when you read to him (he just loves the sound of your voice).

Prefers essays and non-fiction to fiction.

Is surprisingly good with kids. If you have siblings then they’re probably obsessed with him.

Not a big pet name user because he likes the sound of your name but when he’s drunk or feeling particularly soppy he’ll call you ‘lovey’ and occasionally ‘baby’ or ‘babe.’

Doesn’t mind being called pet names, but also prefers his name. He just adores being called ‘Teddy.’

He swears he doesn’t have a best friend, but everyone likes to assume they’re his best friend which can be a bit difficult when someone mentions this (“I’m literally his best friend, Blaise, what the fuck?” “He barely even likes you, Pansy!” “He doesn’t like either of you, I’m his best friend.” “Shut up, Draco, I’m his girlfriend and therefore his best friend.”)

In actuality, his best friend is probably Madam Pince.

So smart its not even funny. He’s coming in the top three ranks for every class he takes.

Also has no time for stupid people. If someone can’t keep up with his brain than he just won’t talk to them ever again.

Never wants to be a Death Eater and when Draco told him that he was, Theo didn’t talk to him for a week.

Has read almost every book in the library.

Sometimes reads muggle books as a sly form of rebellion against his father.

His favourite book is one you bought him for his birthday.

Doesn’t really like animals all that much but if you have one he’ll tolerate it (the kind of guy to say ‘no’ to getting a puppy and then gets it for you but ends up as the puppy’s biggest fan, like, buying a million different dog beds and including it in family photos).

Loves to take baths with you, especially if you let him wash you or you wash him.

You’d think his favourite place at school would be the library, but its actually his dorm. He loves it when you stay with him for the night — mostly because he likes to hold you, but partly because he likes when everyone gets to see you walking out of there in the morning.

Has a million photos of you up on the walls of his dorm and his bedroom at home.

His favourite pastime is taking you shopping.

Prefers to hang out at the shops with you, Pansy, Daphne and Millicent (and sometimes Astoria) than staying behind with the boys because he gets to pay for all your stuff.

Dresses better than anyone in the school and expects you to dress just as well.

Takes you to every event he’s invited to because he’s a little more popular than you.

Definitely doesn’t think or know he’s popular though. He thinks he’s such a little recluse that nobody really knows who he is, but everyone knows him and so many people think he’s incredibly cool. Draco and Blaise make a point not to let him know this so he doesn’t get a big head.

Doesn’t know how to cook so you try your best to teach him.

Loves everything you make for him.

His favourite type of music is vocal jazz.

The two of you didn’t have a secret relationship per se, but neither of you told anyone when you started going out and just let everyone figure it out using context clues (Daphne and Pansy were so offended that you didn’t tell them and will never forgive you for this).

If you weren’t already a part of his friend group, he wouldn’t put in any effort to introduce you to them because he’s not a sociable person himself, but Draco, Pansy, Blaise and Daphne would have all included you so quickly.

Hates taking you home with him because his father is such an arse, much prefers your home (especially if your half-blood or muggle born).

Is so intrigued by muggle things, would have loved muggle studies if his father let him take it as a class.

If your family are very aligned with your cultural heritage he does everything in his power to learn about it. He loves dressing in your traditional dress.

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jessequinnfirstofhername · 9 days

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The Rules:

Every twenty-four hours there will be another round. After every round, the character in last place will be eliminated.

If there are multiple characters tying for last place, there will be a special elimination round. In these rounds, every character in last place will be eliminated, even if all the characters have tied equally.

When there are only two characters remaining, they will face off against one another in a week-long poll to determine the victor.

If the character that you consider the hottest isn't listed here, hit the 'what about ___???' option and reply to this post with the overlooked character. The character with the highest 'write-in' votes will be added to the next round. Unless the 'what about ___???' option is the least voted for, in which case it will be eliminated. Welcome to the party, Han and Cassian!

This is all for fun. Don't take it too seriously ;)

...and that's it for General Hugs.

I want to give a huge shout-out to all of the Hux fans who helped him make it this far, especially @tomatette and @ncarnesir. Everyone who campaigned, made propaganda, and spread the good word- you all get a boop from Millicent.

Things are getting spicier than Hux's hair- Round Ten!

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7s3ven · 4 months

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SANTA, TELL ME. draco malfoy

( master list )

IN WHICH… Draco Malfoy no longer enjoys Christmas, especially not when he has to stay at Hogwarts while all his friends are gone. But a certain bright-eyed Hufflepuff is glad to keep him company.

( draco x hufflepuff! reader )

“Santa, tell me if he really cares. ‘Cause I can’t give it all away if he won’t be here next year.”

—

Draco couldn’t remember when he had started to dislike Christmas. Maybe it was during his second year when he had to stay at Hogwarts for the winter and ever since then, he was required to do the same every year.

Draco mindlessly stared at the wrapped gifts his parents had sent him early. The cold Slytherin room was empty, everybody but Draco at home with their families.

The blond teenager was curled up on the soft couch, listening to the fire crackle and watching as the logs burned. Having had enough of wallowing in self pity, Draco slipped into a thick blazer and walked out of the common room.

He wandered around the halls, the sound of loud and joyful laughter catching his attention. He peeked out of the window, his nose slightly wrinkling when he saw Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They were with two other girls that weren’t that annoying know-it-all, Hermione Granger.

Draco recognized one of them as Y/N L/N, a Hufflepuff who was unusually good at potions. The other girl was a dark-haired Ravenclaw with a stern beauty that contrasted Y/N’s soft features.

The group of four were playing in the snow, throwing it at each other and laughing when their noses turned red from the cold.

Y/N wore her yellow scarf which sorely clashed with her tight blue and white striped blouse, greyish-brown skirt, and puffy white jacket. She seemed to have fleece lined tights on because she wasn’t shivering.

Draco tore his eyes away from the happy friends and frowned. Even with his companions, they were never that carefree. But how Draco wished they could be. It must be great not having to worry about your every move and who you were friends with, who you liked, and who you were going to marry.

In a way, he envied Y/N. She was a pureblood brought up by muggle parents with no harsh expectations or demands.

On paper, she was a sacred pure but in every Slytherin’s eyes, she would always be an outcast. She was at every prestigious party in her bright and stunning yellow dresses, effortlessly sticking out like a sore thumb.

Draco released a sigh and ran a hand through his blond hair. He didn’t know what to do with Blaise and all his other friends gone. He had heard Nott was going on a trip to Paris. Wonderful.

Pansy was going to Italy.

Crabbe and Goyle were planning to visit a famous restaurant in London.

Millicent Bulstrode was going to New York.

And Matteo… the poor son of Lord Voldemort was stuck in the same orphanage his father had landed in decades ago. In the same room too.

Draco walked with no destination in mind until he ended up at the front gates of Hogwarts. He looked up, staring as the snowflakes dropped. Slowly, he stepped forward into the thick snow. He sank down into it and the cold offered a strange sense of comfort.

He had not been planning to go outside so he was wrongly dressed. Draco shivered slightly as the snow landed on his pale face. His cheeks were flushed red and his hands felt frozen. He wouldn’t be surprised if they were.

“You’re going to catch a cold.”

Draco hadn’t even noticed Y/N approaching him, her scarf in her hand. “If you plan to stay outside,” She uttered, trying to hand him the yellow clothing, “At least wear this.”

Draco looked her up and down, wondering why she was even talking to him. All he did was bully her friends, at least the ones in Gryffindor. Draco and his posse seemed to leave everybody else alone.

“You helped me last month. So I’m returning the favor.” Y/N brightly smiled and Draco felt his face heat up, much to his dismay.

Draco thought for a moment before he realized what Y/N was talking about. It was true, he had helped her but only because that boy who was trying to flirt with Y/N was making a fool of Slytherin and he didn’t approve of making girls uncomfortable.

“Ah.” Draco murmured, staring down at the scarf. He slowly reached out to grab it. “He deserved it.”

“Matteo punched him.” Y/N piped up, reminding Draco of what had happened. Yes, Matteo had punched the idiotic boy while Draco stood on the sidelines, merely watching. “His nose started bleeding. I’m all for defending people but was that necessary?”

“He’s done it before. Matteo only wanted to teach him a lesson. Sexual harassment is no joke. That boy has tried peeking up girl’s skirts so my statement still stands. He deserved it.” Draco uttered it more firmly this time.

“Where is Matteo anyway?” Y/N looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of the brunette boy. “I thought he would’ve stayed behind.”

“I’m not sure why he went back to the orphanage.” Draco wasn’t the best at small talk, especially not with friendly people. But Y/N didn’t seem to notice as she rambled on.

She was relatively good friends with Matteo. She was one of the few who could get away with talking to him and not receiving a glare in return.

“He told me he was staying behind but maybe he didn’t want to be alone again, since he assumed you were leaving too. He kind of envies you and your family trips. He’s envious because you actually have a family.” Y/N paused, slowly covering her mouth. “Ah… I wasn’t supposed to tell you that… sorry.”

She lifted her head, locking gazes with Draco. “You’ll… keep this between us, right?” She sheepishly smiled, “I swear I don’t usually spill people’s secrets…”

Draco shrugged. “I wouldn’t be able to do much with that information anyway.” The blond hair turned around to walk away, but he realized he was still holding Y/N’s scarf. “I changed my mind. I’m going back inside. I assume you’ll be staying out here for a while so take this back. We don’t want you to freeze.”

Draco wrapped Y/N’s scarf around her neck, nodding. There was a slither of a smile on his lips before he spun around and strutted off.

“Why were you talking with Malfoy?” Harry approached Y/N as soon as Draco left.

She hummed in surprise and slightly jumped. “What? Oh. He’s not so bad. He’s actually… somewhat nice.”

Harry scoffed and rolled his emerald green eyes. “Malfoy? Nice? As if. Anyway, we’re going to walk around the pine woods. Wanna join?”

Y/N shook her head and beamed. “No. I’m good. I’m a little tired so I’ll see you inside.” Harry smiled back at her before jogging over to Ron and Anna, the Ravenclaw girl.

Y/N pushed past the large wooden doors, walking back into the warmth of the Hogwarts castle. The fire in the Great Hall crackled as Y/N entered, intent on warming her hands. But she found Draco standing in front of the Christmas tree, staring at it in wonder and awe and sadness.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Y/N snuck up behind Draco, startling him.

“Jeez! Merlin’s sake, L/N, don’t sneak up on me like that!” Draco stormed out of the Great Hall while Y/N poured and huffed.

“Hmph. What’s his problem? He was fine before.” She shook her head in annoyance as she warmed her freezing body by the fireplace. “Slytherins really are bipolar…”

Though, Y/N couldn’t help but feel sorry for Draco. She knew he was the only one in the common room because Matteo had told her everybody always went home. Pansy confirmed it.

Y/N and Pansy weren’t close but they had worked on a group project together and for along relatively well. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Pansy tried her best to hate the kind Hufflepuff but she never could.

Y/N could hear footsteps approaching the hall and assuming it was Harry, Y/N didn’t turn around. She should’ve because as soon as she caught sight of blond hair in a reflection, she knew it was Draco.

“Come to yell at me some more?” She asked, a joking tone to her question.

“You helped decorate the Great Hall, right?” Draco inquired, getting straight to the point.

“Yeah, I guess so. Why?”

“I need you to decorate the Slytherin common room.” Draco held up a pouch of money, “I’m willing to pay.”

Y/N glanced at him as he jingled the coins. She shrugged. “Nah. I’ll do it for free. Let’s go!” She linked arms with Draco and dragged him to the supply closet where the extra decorations were being been kept.

“Why do I need to help you?” Draco grumbled as Y/N shoved the boxes into his arms. She huffed.

“What? You think I could carry all this by myself? Hey,” She poked Draco’s shoulder, “There’s things even I can’t do alone. Besides, you’re strong. Use it for something helpful.”

Y/N turned away, which relieved Draco because he refused to let her see his flushed cheeks.

“Wow, it really isn’t decorated at all. That’s surprising, especially on Christmas Eve. The Hufflepuff common room is almost too shiny with all the tinsel.” Y/N looked around the Slytherin Chamber in disappointment. At least they had their Christmas tree up, though it was a very sad and bland one. She frowned. “How do you guys live like this?”

“I helped you carry the boxes. I trust you’ll be able to do the rest.” Draco dropped the boxes full of decorations and hurried off.

“Huh? Wait! You don’t expect me to do it alone! I need to socialise! I’ll die if I don’t talk to people!”

Draco slammed his dorm door shut, making Y/N sigh. “He’s only nice when Matteo is around.” She mumbled, “Does he have a crush on him or something? I wouldn’t be surprised. He keeps turning down girls, even Pansy. And she’s gorgeous.”

Y/N sorted through all the tinsel, sighing. “I suppose if I were a boy, I’d go for Pansy. Or Hermione. Maybe Luna?” She picked all the green tinsel strings, making sure to leave every single red-colored one in the box.

“Daphne Greengrass or whatever her name is would be a good choice too.” Y/N uttered as she wrapped the green tinsel around the stair rail. “Hm, who else? Ah! Cho Chang! Cedric sure is lucky to be dating her. I’m almost jealous!”

Y/N sighed as she hung ornaments on the lonely Christmas tree. “Ginny would also be on the list I guess. She’s a total badass. Why won’t Harry notice her? If I were him, I’d fall in love instantly.”

She checked fireplace, and made sure to add some more wood to the flames to keep them ignited. “Pansy, Hermione, Luna, Daphne, Cho, and Ginny. A strong lineup. What about the boys? Matteo is handsome but I only see him as a friend. Lorenzo I would get with. Cedric? Maybe. Oliver? Yes. Dating Harry or Ron would be a little weird so maybe not. Besides, I ship Hermione and Ron.”

This went on for quite some time. Y/N had made amazing progress while talking to herself. The chamber was almost unrecognisable. Draco, who was cooped up in his room, clenched his jaw. He was covering his ears, trying to ignore Y/N’s annoying rambling.

But she kept talking. Over and over again. About useless topics too. Finally, Draco had enough. He pulled open his door and was about to yell something until he heard Y/N mention his name.

“Draco? Hm… I don’t know. Am I supposed to call him Malfoy? I feel like we’re on relatively good terms. Would I date him? A solid maybe. He’s so handsome but he’s a little bipolar. If only he was a little nicer. I wouldn’t mind kissing him.”

Draco slowly lifted his head, hanging onto every word Y/N spoke. If he was a little nicer… she’d kiss him?

“I’m going out. The room looks great. Thanks, Y/N.” Draco hurriedly grabbed her hand, pressing an innocent kiss to her knuckles before he hurried off.

“Did he… just say thank you?” Y/N huffed in disbelief. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard his say that.” She looked at her hand, still able to feel the ghost of Draco’s lips against her skin.

Draco had never been a nice person from the start but he figured the way to Y/N’s heart was to get on neutral terms with Potter.

Speaking of the devil, Draco could see Harry, Ron, and Anna walking into the castle.

“Morning, Potter.” Draco uttered as he passed the trio, trying his best not to scowl. “And Weasley and, I’m sorry, I don’t know your last name but I like your black hair.”

Once Draco was out of earshot, Ron and Harry shared a disturbed look. “Was he… poisoned or something?” Ron asked, “I prefer when Malfoy’s mean! It’s scary when he’s nice.”

“Hey, guys!” Y/N jogged towards her friends, wildly waving at them. “Have you guys seen Draco?”

“Yeah. He went that way. But he was acting super weird. What did you say to him to make him greet us and tell Anna he likes her hair.” Ron scoffed, “Or did you slip a potion into his drink?”

“Huh? I didn’t say anything!” Y/N exclaimed. She paused. “Oh… well, I did say I would kiss him if he was a little nicer. But I was talking to myself.”

“Bloody hell, Y/N.” Harry uttered. “Malfoy probably fancies you.”

“What?” Y/N tilted her head to the side.

“If you think about it, it makes sense.” Anna retorted. “I mean, he’s always trying to talk to you. He doesn’t bully you and he seems to stay away from bullying your friends as well. I mean, Harry and Ron and ‘Mione excluded.”

Y/N sighed. “That doesn’t prove anything. Do you know where he went? I need to ask him about the decorations. I’m decorating the Slytherin chamber.”

“He walked outside. Probably to Hogsmeade to go on a shopping spree for himself.” Ron quietly scoffed.

“Tell me if you see him, ‘kay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Y/N walked back to the chamber, staring at the work she had done. The Slytherin common room looked much more comforting and welcoming now. She smiled proudly, placing her hands on her hips.

“Looks good, Y/N.” She happily high-fived herself. Y/N sat down on the couch, slightly slouching. She waved her wand around while mumbling a small charm, smiling as snowflakes floated around.

Hours eventually passed and Draco still hadn’t returned. Y/N had finished decorating and she had refurbished the fire as well. She was so bored she eventually found a way into Draco’s dorm and cleaned it too.

“Santa, tell me, if you’re really there. Don’t make me fall in love again if he won’t be here next year.” Y/N quietly sang, humming the beat to the muggle song. She had went to fetch Hermione’s gift, a small radio that played all kinds of songs. Y/N was enjoying it very much.

She grinned as she happily swung her legs. She stood up to check on the fire, slightly dancing.

The chorus played again, and this time Y/N sang louder.

At that time, Draco walked in. He froze, watching as Y/N surprisingly hit all the high notes in the Ariana Grande song.

Draco slowly smiled, strutting towards Y/N. He tapped her shoulder, “You’re a good singer.” He complimented her.

“Oh… thanks. What took you so long? I finished ages ago.”

“And you didn’t leave?”

“I, uh… didn’t wanna leave you alone.” Y/N sheepishly smiled. “Oh, what’s that?” She pointed at the bag in Draco’s arms. “A gift for your friend?”

“I guess you could say that… but she’s not really my friend. More like someone I owe.” Draco held out the bag, shoving it into Y/N’s hands. “For you. Merry… early Christmas.”

Draco looked away, trying to his his reddening ears.

Y/N tilted her head to the side before she opened the bag, gasping softly. “What the… Draco… this must’ve cost a fortune.” Inside was a freshly pressed Burberry blazer.

“I overheard that you were going to Paris in Winter next year and it snows there occasionally, so I bought you something to keep you warm.”

“Oh… it’s lovely, Draco.” Y/N smiled, feeling the fabric. “I love it. Thank you… so much.” She couldn’t contain her laugh of happiness.

“That’s not all.” Draco reached in, pulling out a jewelry box. “Vivienne Westwood.” He uttered, showing her the beautiful silver necklace.

Y/N gasped again. “You didn’t have to do this… you spent way too much money, Draco.”

“I wanted to do this. Consider it my thanks for decoration. It looks great. Turn around so I can put this on you.”

Y/N slowly spun around, feeling Draco’s cold hands against her neck. He gently pushed her hair aside, lingering for a moment too long. He put the necklace around her neck, carefully clasping it.

“Thank you.” Y/N grasped the pendant, smiling. “I love it. And I love the blazer too.”

Draco was still standing behind her, not wanting to move as he inhaled the smell of her sweet perfume.

“Y/N.” He whispered, “Can I…” Draco hesitated, “Can I kiss you?”

“What?” Y/N turned around in shock, staring at him with wide eyes. Draco, misunderstanding it as rejection, frowned.

“Sorry. I just blurted it out. I didn’t mean it.”

The clock in the common room loudly chimed as it reached twelve o’clock, a reminder of what day it was now. Christmas.

Y/N reached out, grabbing Draco and pulled him forward. She quickly kissed him and shyly pulled away, her cheeks flushed bright red just like Draco’s ears.

“Merry Christmas, Draco.”

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loveyourownsmiilee · 1 year

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Resource for Important Buck & Eddie Episodes:

Hello friends! Tis I, back with another compilation. This time I was asked by a lovely follower if there was a list of important Buddie episodes, so I decided to make one because I’m not sure if there are. I also had another follower ask me if I could highlight pro Buddie writers & directors, which I’ve also done. Blue is pro Buddie writers & red is pro Buddie directors. When I say “Pro Buddie”, I just mean that some of their directions can be seen as them angling the romantic route. Again these are all just my own opinions based off what we’ve seen come to play on the show. It just helps you distinguish who can be seen as writing these guys a little bit more than platonic, and who doesn’t. Because this is very lengthy, I have included it all under the cut. I hope you guys enjoy!!

•2.01-“Under Pressure” written by Tim Minear & Brad Falchuk // Directed by Gwyneth Horder-Payton

Need I say more??? Eddie introduced through Buck’s eyes WHILE HE IS PUTTING ON A SHIRT. They have some heated words in the gym while they’re trying to get a rise out of each other. The episode ends with Eddie complimenting Buck and him blushing like a little boy with a crush. SO CUTE! The start of their partnership.

• 2.02-“7.1” // Written by Zachary Reiter // Directed by Bradley Buecker

Eddie is hesitant to tell Buck he has a son for some reason (totally not because he’s worried about what this new crush may think) and to his surprise, Buck is completely delighted. He spends the whole episode comforting Eddie about the safety of his son. Buck literally imprinted on the Diaz boys in this episode.

• 2.03-“Help Is Not Coming” // Written by Zachary Reiter & Tim Minear // Directed by Bradley Buecker

Buck and Eddie working seamlessly during the quake. The most important part of this episode is Buck taking Eddie to pick up his son. It’s so wholesome and the whole moment in which he’s watching Eddie and Christopher reunite is heartwarming. Literally the beginning of the Buckley-Diaz family trio we all know and love.

• 2.04-“Stuck” // Written by John J Gray // Directed by Sarah Boyd

Eddie is struggling with child care because his Abuela ends up in the hospital after watching Chris. What does Buck do?!?! He tells Bobby ahead of time that they’ll be bringing Chris to the fire station. That little cute moment of Chris sliding down the pole with Buck and Eddie helping is so precious. Then he introduces Eddie to Carla because he wanted to help him. Like are you kidding me?!?!! I love this episode so much, especially when you consider how flirty they were throughout it.

• 2.10-“Merry Ex-Mas” // Written by Christopher Monfette // Directed by Brad Buecker

So much goodness in this episode! We get a glimpse of jealous Buck when he finds out Shannon is back and *gasp* is sleeping with her estranged husband. We have that cute Buckley-Diaz family moment with the Christmas elf mistaking them as a family and Buck being all adorable and not correcting her. We get Eddie offering up his marital problems as if he has to explain himself to Buck lol. Sooo much goodness in this episode.

• 2.13-“Fight or Flight” // Written by Kristen Reidel // Directed by Millicent Shelton

I’m only including this for the sole purpose of when Buck was in hospital jail and distraught because his sister was missing, they had Eddie be the one to come in and talk to him. This was like the first real time we saw Eddie be Buck’s person for any and all times he’s needed someone to lean on. I love their moment together in the hospital.

• 2.18-"This Life We Choose" // Written by Tim Minear // Directed by Brad Buecker

Not a hugely important Buddie episode but like Eddie just lost his wife and then has to witness his partner stuck under a whole firetruck. He looked like he wanted to cry so bad. And the fact that a trained medic who could have helped them lift the truck off Buck, sat there and held Buck's hand, providing him comfort was just everything. Don't even talk about how when Bobby comes back and they're all talking about how everything is back to normal, Eddie looks sad when he says, "Almost." THEN THE FIRST EVER BUDDIE HUG!! Buck was in so much pain, still recovering but he could NOT miss Eddie's little ceremony and it was just so freakin sweet I cannot.

• 3.01-"Kids Today" // Written by Kristen Reidel // Directed by Jennifer Lynch

THE INTIMATE BUDDIE HUG!!! Chris making Buck a card while Eddie watches fondly. Then Eddie takes Christopher to Buck’s house to help him get out of his depressive funk. Peak wholesome Buck and Chris scenes that eventually lead to one of the best story arcs of the show!!

• 3.02-"Sink of Swim" // Written by Juan Carlos Coto (JCC) // Directed by Brad Buecker

Buck and Christopher in the aftermath of the tsunami. Eddie thinking they’re ok the entire time. Buck acting like a whole ass parent and jumping into the water to search for Chris. Ahhh I love this episode!!

• 3.03-"The Searchers" // Written by David Fury // Directed by Chad Lowe

Buck searching for Christopher the entire episode. Him crying while trying to tell Eddie he lost Chris. Eddie’s lone tear at the thought of his son being gone. The Christopher and Eddie reunion while Buck crashes. THE ENDING WHERE THEY COME HOME TO BUCK!! “Buck, there’s nobody in this world I trust with my son more, than you.” 🥺

• 3.05-"Rage" // Written by Lyndsey Beaulieu // Directed by Jann Turner

All I’m saying is divorce at the grocery store. “No but he filed a stupid lawsuit and now I can’t even talk to you because of it. You know how much Christopher misses you?! How could you, you’re not around.” LITERALLY HOW IS THIS REAL?!?

• 3.06-"Monsters" // Written by Christopher Monfette // Directed by Tina Mabry

The make up after the divorce. I loved this so much. Their little hug in the end where Buck just wanted to hold onto him a little longer but Eddie was in so much pain.

• 3.09-"Fallout" // Written by JCC // Directed by Marcus Stokes

THE KITCHEN SCENE™️

• 3.10-"Christmas Spirit" // Written by Andrew Meyers // Directed by Alonso Alvarez-Barreda

So many Buckley-Diaz family feels with this one. Buck making gingerbread houses with the boys while Eddie looks in like a lovesick fool. Buck helping his boys be together for Christmas!! Then, them opening presents with their son 🥹

• 3.11-"Seize The Day" // Written by Lyndsey Beaulieu // Directed by Sarah Boyd

“This is Eddie’s house. I’m not really a guest.” NO he’s not because he lives there, duh. I mean who even?!? They’re so married it’s not even funny.

• 3.12-"Fools" // Written by Andrew Meyers // Directed by David Grossman

Buck helping Eddie think of new ways in which Christopher can enjoy the things he wants to. The little family skateboarding scene in the end 🥹

• 3.15-"Eddie Begins" // Written by Robert M. Williams, Jr. & Christopher Monfette // Directed by Robert M. Williams, Jr.

This episode is literal gold. Just everything about it is so wonderfully done. What platonic best friend wouldn’t dig through 30 feet of wet earth while screaming at the top of their lungs for their best friend who’s been buried?!?! Totally platonic behavior right there 👀

• 3.18-"What's Next?" // Written by JCC & Kristen Reidel // Directed by Jennifer Lynch

Buck being a concerned parent over sending Christopher to camp!! I love the little glimpses we get of them coparenting. Jealous Eddie my absolute beloved. No seriously, just an hour of Eddie being so petty and jealous while worrying over his dumb partner. Then, the party after where they take cute pictures and enjoy themselves!!

• 4.03-"Future Tense" // Written by Andrew Meyers // Directed by Marita Grabiak

The entire Buckley-Diaz family scene at the Diaz residence?!? Buck and Eddie acting like coparents while Chris is his adorable self. One of the first episodes in which you really see their coparenting dynamic and it’s wonderful.

• 4.04-"9-1-1, What's Your Grievance?" // Written by Nadia Abass-Madden // Directed by Brenna Malloy

Eddie being the one there for Buck when he’s dealing with the aftermath of the horrible family dinner with his parents. The entire scene where Eddie is comforting him at the station gym and looking at Buck with such fondness will never not be old.

• 4.05-"Buck Begins" // Written by JCC // Directed by Jann Turner

Literally love Eddie in this episode. I know people say he was barely in it, but he was in it in such a profound way. Him reassuring Buck he’s not defective and that it’s not his fault he couldn’t save his brother. Being the first one to grab the line and help Buck save the guy. The whole “No, I know you did”. AHHH SUCH A FOND FOOL IN LOVE!!

• 4.08-"Breaking Point" // Written by Bob Goodman // Directed by David Grossman

Once again, coparenting at its finest. Christopher calling an actual Uber to run away from his dad, to his other dad!!!! Screamingggg!!! And Eddie immediately asking Buck for help when he can’t find him 🥺

• 4.12-"Treasure Hunt" // Written by Bob Goodman // Directed by David Grossman

Some good, peak jealous Eddie in this one. I love how he used his pretty face into convincing Buck to let him team up with him and the reporter. He was also jealous and we love when Eddie’s jealous.

• 4.13-"Suspicion" // Written by Lyndsey Beaulieu & Andrew Meyers // Directed by Brenna Malloy

This will forever be one of my all time favorite, and most iconic Buddie episodes. The shooting scene™️ I can go on and on about the brilliance of this scene. I mean choices were made and I love every single one of them.

• 4.14-"Survivors" // Written by Kristen Reidel // Directed by Robert M. Williams, Jr.

Buck telling Chris about his father!! Buck breaking down in front of Chris!!! Buck staying and watching after Chris!!! Eddie waking up and asking for Buck!!!! THE WILL REVEAL!!! “Because, Evan”!!!! SO MUCH GOODNESS!!!

• 5.01-"Panic" // Written by Tim Minear & JCC // Directed by Brad Buecker

I’m including this because it’s very important to Buddie’s progression. We have them heavily staring at each other like they wanna jump each others bones in the station. Then Eddie has an actual panic attack because of the idea of a ready made family with his girlfriend. Then Buck being a concerned partner and inquiring why Eddie was in the hospital!!! So much goodness.

• 5.02-"Desperate Times" // Written by Lyndsey Beaulieu & Andrew Meyers // Directed by Brad Buecker

Buck basically telling Eddie to break up with his girlfriend by using himself as a metaphor. Mhmmm sure. And then the whole Buck and Chris hug is so precious to me!! I just love it so much.

• 5.03-"Desperate Measure" // Written by Kristen Reidel // Directed by Ben Hernandez Bray

Eddie literally telling Buck he’s gonna go break up with Ana will never not be iconic. And then him telling Ana to go home just makes it more iconic.

• 5.04-"Home and Away" // Written by Bob Goodman // Directed by Brenna Malloy

Eddie being the one who was there for Buck, again, when he needed someone, is everything especially considering Buck had a whole ass girlfriend at this time. Eddie confirming that he knows Buck by telling him he’s the guy who likes to fix things is such married behavior. And the whole “Ice goes on the eye bud” AHHH so much affection in those words.

• 5.06-"Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1" // Written by Andrew Meyers // Directed by Paula Hunziker

Buck and Eddie literally taken hostage together!!!! The captor immediately going after their Achilles heel and threatening their son. Buck becoming a protective papa bear and getting hit with the back of the gun!! Pretty boy and the kid!!! Buck screaming and running after Eddie because he thought he got shot again!! Brilliance. Andrew always has our back!!

• 5.10-"Wrapped in Red" // Written by Lyndsey Beaulieu & Nadia Abass-Madden // Directed by Brenna Malloy

Eddie struggling with Christopher’s behavior and once again confiding in Buck. Because Buck is his person and he tells him everything, especially when it comes to Chris. Then the ending where Eddie tells them he’s leaving and Buck looks heartbroken!!! Oh the angst.

• 5.11-"Outside Looking In" // Written by Bob Goodman // Directed by Shauna Duggins

The Buckley Diaz family dinner in which Eddie may or may not have positioned his husband’s girlfriend’s food lol. He was so petty I can’t. The kitchen conversation between the two of them where Buck tells Eddie he doesn’t have to pretend with him. Don’t even get me started about the ending scene where Eddie comes, sees Buck and immediately smiles because he’s happy. But then leaves because he doesn’t want to damper Buck’s happiness.

• 5.13-"Fear-o-Phobia" // Written by Andrew Meyers & JCC // Directed by Marcus Stokes

Literally BUCK BROKE DOWN THE DOOR TO GET TO EDDIE!! Because Christopher called him instead of 911 and Buck immediately dropped what he was doing and ran to his boys. I will never get over Eddie allowing Buck to see him at his most vulnerable because that really is a sign of pure unconditional love and trust.

• 5.14-"Dumb Luck" // Written by Taylor Wong // Directed by John J Gray

Buck being Christopher’s and Eddie’s backbone through Eddie’s recovery with his ptsd!!! Coloring with Christopher while Eddie’s at therapy is such a dad thing. The whole “I misunderstood the assignment” thing with his drawn heart. Ahhhh chewing glass. Then the equine therapy family outing. Like they’re a whole ass family.

• 5.16-"May Day" // Written & Directed by JCC

Just Buck and Eddie being partners again as if no time has passed. Eddie seamlessly working beside Buck like he’s meant to be there. Them helping save Bobby is just everything and more. And the scene where Buck chose to stand by Eddie’s side while his girlfriend and the woman he cheated on her with have a talk. Not suspicious or weird at all.

• 5.18-"Starting Over" // Written & Directed by Kristen Reidel

Buck helping Eddie fix up the holes in his walls because he’s the guy who likes to fix things. Eddie helping him out in return with his relationship troubles because at the end of the day, those two always have each others back.

• 6.01-"Let The Games Begin" // Written by Andrew Meyers // Directed by Jann Turner

THE BUCKLEY DIAZ FAMILY DINNER SCENE!!! THE COUCH THEORY!!! SO MUCH FORESHADOWING!! I love this episode so much!!

• 6.10-"In A Flash" // Written by JCC // Directed by Brad Buecker

No thoughts, just Buck getting struck by lightning and Eddie screaming his name 5 times, while running up the ladder to get to him. Let’s also remember that Eddie had also been thrown off the ladder but didn’t hesitate to go after his partner and then tried to PULL HIM UP TO HIM 🥺 Also Eddie calling Buck a cowboy before the lightning hit is so funny because the man was flirting!!!

• 6.11-"In Another Life" // Written by Lyndsey Beaulieu // Directed by Joaquín Sedillo & Jann Turner

Eddie being the one to eventually get Buck’s heart to start again is some soulmate type shit. The iconic “DO MORE” while the doctors are wheeling Buck into the operating room. Let’s not forget Eddie grieving like an actual widow with his all black attire, grown facial hair and the tears. Then smuggling Christopher in to see his other parent and not being able to look at Buck is heartbreaking. His immediate happiness and awkward flirting once Buck is back is typical Eddie being a gay disaster but we love him.

• 6.12-"Recovery" // Written by Andrew Meyers // Directed by John J Gray

Buck going to his safe place which happens to be Eddie’s house to escape all his guests!!! Falling asleep immediately once he gets settled in on Eddie’s COUCH!!! Then the talk about the shooting and Buck being so honest with only Eddie. I mean come onnn.

• 6.13-"Mixed Feelings" // Written by Stacey Rose // Directed by Jihane Mrad Balaa

The Buckley Diaz family scene where they’re helping Chris with his homework is soooo sweet. And the fucking sexy poker date game, whatever you wanna call it. They looked so hot and what for huh?!? Eddie looked like he wanted to jump Buck’s bones the entire night. And then finally the ending scene with Buck and Chris being a literal father and son while they baked cookies!! I mean it’s all there in front of us.

These are the episodes we have aired so far. But I will include the remaining episodes of season 6 with the writers and directors and let you all decide for yourself whether or not those episodes will be good for us in terms of Buddie!

• 6.15-“Death and Taxes” // Written by Taylor Wong // Directed by Greg Sirota

• 6.16-“Lost and Found” // Written by Lyndsey Beaulieu // Directed by Brenna Malloy

• 6.17-“Love Is In The Air” // Written & Directed by JCC

• 6.18-“Pay It Forward” // Written by Andrew Meyers & Nicole Barraza Keim // Directed by Brad Buecker

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #911 on fox #911 meta #buddie meta #buddie resources #911 resources #911 episode guide #i’m back with another deep dive #will I ever learn?!? no #I wanted to include a gif for every episode BUT TUMBLR DID NOT ALLOW ME #also I hope I didn’t forget any episodes but these I feel like are the most pivotal #long post

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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 3・𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮

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Warnings: language, close proximity, nicer Noah ????? Spice????

note: a SUPER big THANK YOU to @darling-millicent-aubrey for the help with this chapter! I had such bad writers block and she was such a huge help thank you so much!!

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Wake up, have breakfast, explore the mansion, and go to bed. Wake up, have breakfast, explore the mansion, and go to bed. Wake up, have breakfast, explore the mansion, and go to bed. On other days you tried to steer clear of Noah, not knowing why you were avoiding him.

You were already getting into the deep end, the most you could do was just not talk to him. That pattern had gone on for about a month. The only thing keeping you sane was speaking with your family, your books, and Vilma. You had even gone out into the garden and started planting some colorful flowers there.

But this constant loop would drive anyone mad. Yet you hardly had any energy to go out, but it was something you desperately needed. Today, you decide to get yourself dressed, grab your bag and go out. Just as you were reaching for the front door you heard a pair of footsteps. Looking to your left you see Noah walking with someone shorter than he was. He had some tattoos but not as many as the man you were married to. He had you’d call a “cute high school boy” face

“Where are you going?” Noah asked as he came to a stop “Just going out. I’ll go crazy if I’m here any longer.” You knew it short, with your hand still in the Handle

“Wait, we haven’t met yet have we?” The unknown man spoke coming forward “I’m Nick or Folio” he explained stretching his hand out for a handshake . You accept it, and he gives you a strong firm shake

“Folio? Another nickname?” You asked

“Oh you’ve met Jolly huh “ he chuckled “We have a Nicholas too so we just go by my last name:” he shrugged

“Oh I see, well anyway I gotta get going before it gets any later” Trying to escape the situation feeling Noah's strong gaze on you, but never looking in his direction. Nick nudges Noah, by the elbow, as if signaling for him to say, or do something. We hear Noah sigh, and then say.

“Where are you heading? I’ll go with you.” He said “I’m just going shopping. You don’t have to come, besides, you’re busy and probably gonna just waste your time” You brushed off the offer

“Well,” he said, as if he was thinking of an excuse “you need to upgrade your closet, so I’m taking you to the mall and we’re gonna grab some new clothes” stuffing his hands into his pocket as he came up with an idea right on the spot

“ I’ll come along too” Nick offered “You guys need protection and that’s what I’m here for,” he said as he lifted the bottom of his shirt to reveal a pistol snug in the waistband of his pants.

“ well, excuse me!” He sassed “I don’t mean to offend you, but I have questions about your ability to pick out an outfit for me Mr. Sebastian” he said, eyeing him up and down in his usual dark clothes “ you’ll either dress me as if we’re going to funeral or a business meeting. I don’t think I fancy either one”

He nods his head and takes a second to think about his next words. His index and thumb massaging at his chin as he thought “ those shoes you are wearing are not only dirty and beat up, but are completely outdated. It’s been about four years since those had come out. You can use a different pant style to bring out your body shape more since I always see you looking at that the most. And you could use some other tops other than your crop tops and occasional hoodies and all. So let’s go.” He said scanning you from head to toe.

Your dark grey crop top and jeans with some old sneakers were your usual go to. Especially if you aren’t going anywhere special, just some shopping.

You weren’t expecting to be judged detail for detail on what you were wearing. Noah walked past you and opened the door, showing himself out after criticizing your fashion choices.

“ has he always been…..him?” You asked Nick raising a brow. He opens the door for you and lets you past first

“Him? By that do you mean the way he speaks, acts, what he says and all?” He clarified

“Mhm, my exact thought”

“ for as long as I’ve known him, yes. And believe me, we have tried to convince him to possibly change his ways maybe even ease up on the sarcasm, never works.” he chuckles as he opens the back door for you.

“Uh… if you don’t mind, can I sit in the front with you?” You asked taking a step back. no watched you from inside interested as to why you wouldn’t sit in the backseat with him

“Uh…yeah sure I don’t have an issue with it. Noah?” He asked

“Do whatever the fuck you want” he huffed as he pulls out his phone and answers some messages he was meaning to get to. Finally getting into the car Folio drove you both to the shopping area of the city. It was a Thursday afternoon, the streets were busy but not packed.

“Wouldn’t it be kinda…dumb to walk into stores with a gun folio?” You asked him

“Well… the thing is most store owners and people know who Noah is. Plus we’ve been here enough that they know exactly what I’m carting, we should be fine” he clears up. Looking into your side mirror you take notice of how quiet Noah was back there. Usually he says some thing, witty, or sarcastic but him being quiet, was a bit surprising if you were honest.

“I didn’t take Noah for the shopping type,” you comment

“Well it’s more like Noah brought some date out here so they recogn-“

“I’m a frequent shopper. That’s all you have to know on that matter” he cuts off Folio, from explaining further on. Once your in the main area of the shopping center, folio enters a parking lot. After parking the car, you’re ready to go. He opens the door for you and helps you out. Noah opens the door before Nick could get to it. You’re lead out of the parking lot by Noah and Nick and they point you to the direction of the store.

“We’ll go in here first. Change up the outfit and shoes” he nodded for a luxurious looking building , one seemed far out of your range of taste, but hey, if you was buying you weren’t complaining.

As soon as you walk in and attendant, walked towards you and greeted you both

“ Mr. Sebastian welcome back, and this must be your date ?” he shook his hand and knotted towards you with a slight bow

“My wife actually.” He corrects “Henry, we’re going to be doing some extensive shopping today so I need only your best “ he responds

“Congratulations to you both. Please follow me” Noah offers his elbow for you to take, and which you take grasp of, and let him lead you through the store. As you pass aisles, and displays of expensive jewelry, clothes, and shoes you barely paid attention to Noah, and the fact that he was watching you. You weren’t the only one still thinking about what have happened that night.

He knew about the two you had interacted with, and knew that they do nothing but cause trouble. As you were lead to the second floor of the building you were brought into a room with clothes for all kinds of occasions. They had dresses, business wear, casual, and even some lingerie.

“Would the lady like guidance or any suggestions?” Henry asked. Noah looked at you for an answer. Instead You let go of Noah and wander over to one of the dresses and felt the material, taking a glance at the price tag you, you’re eye shoot open.

“Um….maybe I’ll take a look around for a bit and get a feel of the store” you give a tight smile with a small nod

“Please call if you need anything ma’am” Henry states as he walks over to a display to fix up the mannequin. Noah notices how you eye the prices as you go through the rack, he walks up to you, his footsteps muted out by the carpet underneath his feet. He comes in proximity to you, only about a hand worth of space can fit between you both. He bends down enough to reach your left ear and says

“ stop looking at the prices, start looking at things that you like.” Your heart skips a beat, feeling the warmth of his breath against your ear. Only then, were you aware of how close he really was. Your stomach turned as his hand comes to your right one, and remove your hand from the tag and moves your hand onto the hanger instead “Grab them, go try them, come out and show me.” he said as he pointed over in the direction of the very large fitting room area. It had a platform with a spotlight in the middle of the waiting room for people to come and model what they were trying to buy.

“But-“ you try to argue back

“ no arguments. I don’t wanna hear it. Start or I’ll pick for you” he doesn’t say anything as he walks away to look at items himself. You sigh, and start picking items that had caught your eye. Be sure to look at the sizes carefully. You grab a couple of pants and shirts, and some dresses as well. You also grabbed some shoes that could compliment the dresses and outfits.

“That’s all?” Noah asked as you walked up to him with you things in hand

“Well….yeah? This is what I saw and could grab” you said catching one of the dresses as it slips from your grip.

“Henry?” Noah calls, the said man turns in the direction of his name “could you bring us some suggestions if you could. Dresses are a __, shoe size a __, and pants and skirts size ___, thank you.” He turns back to you and walks in your direction. His hands lands on your lower back and leads you to the fitting room.

“Once you’re done, come and show me” he said taking a seat in one of the cushioned chairs.

You the shut the door to the first fitting room available. Even the fitting room was glamorous. It had a tiny chandelier, and a mirror that covered the entire wall, a chair, and carpet with expensive trimming. You really started to feel out of place, of course your father had money, but even this was out of your range.

You put on the first outfit you had put together. It was a nice skirt and top set that had fit as if it were tailored to your exact measurements. You throw on some kitten heels and walk out of the room. You walk down the short hallway and out into the waiting area. Noah looks up from his phone for a second and does a double take. He’s never seen you in an outfit like this one.

“….does it look okay..?” You asked as stepped on the platform and turn in a circle, to give a full view of the outfit.

Noah pov-

“Y-yeah” I cleared my throat and sit up straight “is it a good size?” I asked and she just nods at me “alright good…uh why don’t you try on that black dress you picked? I thought it was….nice”

“You do?” She asked me seeming confused by my comment “I was doubting your fashion sense, but maybe you do have some style.” she chuckled. That had to be the first time I’ve ever seen her smile. At me at least.

“Yes. Now go try it on.” She steps down from the platform, almost unsure of herself. As soon as she shuts the door I watch as her shadow dances on the floor.

“She’s different sir…” I hear Henry walk up to me, offering me a glass of champagne. I take the offering and take a sip “you look at her differently from the other girls you’ve brought here”

“What makes you say that?” My eyes remain focused where Y/N would be coming back from

“ so when she doesn’t seem to be materialistic like the other ones you’ve brought here” he chuckles, recalling memories of past dates he’s had

“ maybe that’s right now. I’m just giving her a taste. She’ll come back for more.” I defend, knowing how those dates went and how she might end up as well.

“ But the reason why she is different is because the look you give her” he answers back, I turn my keys, finally curious as to what he meant

“ I don’t want her in any kind of way what are you talking about?”

“ oh, you’ll know soon enough, now these are the latest sets that we have brought in. Hopefully the Mrs. would like to try them on.” he ends the conversation displaying a few dresses and blouses in front of me to show me the newest arrivals to the store. I point to one and goes to get more like them.

Y/N comes back out from the fitting room, in a short dress that reaches about her mid thigh. I get a feeling in my chest, one that I didn’t really feel before. Or least have not felt in a long time. I have to admit, she really was beautiful, and anyone could see that. I have always been aware of other people’s stares. Staring at her presence in any room. I can see the reactions when I come near her. Men want her and women want to be her. But this feeling was something I never felt with other women I’ve hooked up with, or been in relationships with. Sure I’ve taken other women shopping, but it was just to get them off me for the day.

watching her twirl around a little black dress made me think and a few things I never thought I would. That day, that I shot that asshole, I did it more because of what he did and not my own entertainment.

No matter how hard I try, no matter what I’m doing, and no matter how stressed I am I can’t get the memory of that night out of my head.

“…. Who are you?” I whisper again just like I did that night. Just like she asked me that night.

Third pov

Dress after dress, and set after set. There wasn’t one that no one did not like on you. Each one of them making you look more angelic than the last. Something did catch Noah though. You were eyeing the back wall with all the lingerie was. After you were back in your normal clothes, he takes your hand and leads you to the back wall. At first you thought he was going to show you another set or possibly take you to some hidden register in the back of the store. However, you were proven wrong when you stood in front of an entire wall of sets of lingerie. All of them, Lacey, beautiful, and some with bows, and others covered and glitter.

“Oh no…. It’s nice that you’re taking me out shopping but I really don’t need a side of lingerie okay? I have underwear ready” you can feel your cheeks begin to heat up at the slight embarrassment of standing in front of the wall. Even more so now that Noah was with you. It’s not like you were embarrassed about it with him but it’s not like he would see you in it or want to see you in it….. you weren’t even sure if you wanted to see yourself in it.

“ I already caught you looking over here a couple of times. How about this you pick one and I pick one . If you don’t like it, we just leave it” he offered to you as he quickly picked one. It was red with some black lace. The one he picked that he even picked your size.

Looking at the tag, you clench your jaw “…you’re lucky it’s my size….luck bastard.” You mumble the last part. Take a good look and grab a pink set with delicate lace designs. Noah was going to walk back with you but instead you dashed off before he could say or do anything. Noah bites the inside of his cheek, feeling a heat inside his chest and back of his throat.

He felt bothered? Pissed? But he felt an urge and he didn’t know what to label it.

“Fuck.” He cursed to himself. He makes his waist swiftly over into the fitting room and knocks on the door

“Are you changed?” he asked, leaning towards the door, as if needing to be able to hear you better.

“Uh…y-yes. But I’m not ready yet!” You answer sounding unsure.

“Well hurry up…I need to speak with you” he leans on the wall next to the door as he fingers massaged his temple.

“I mean…it’s nice but I’m in…..lingerie!” You defend

“…look you don’t have to come out but at least let me see which one fit better.”

What am I saying??? He thought to himself

“Noah….i….i don’t know if I can.” You said

“Why not?”

“Because it’s….im just. It’s a beautiful piece I just…don’t know if it suits me okay?” You admit trying to get rid of him

“Y/N,” he calls you “whatever I pick is always the best fit of not perfect…..:that includes you as well. That piece counts as one of those things as well… I’m paying for it so let me it see. Now” he demanded. You hesitate to open the door, but knowing he would keep at it, you open it and slowly reveal yourself. First your head popped from the edge of the door, then your shoulder and then the rest of you. You stood under his gaze as still as you can, not daring to make eye contact with him. You could feel your palms sweating, and your heart pounding.

"look at me...." he said in a hushed tone

"..no..." you whispered

"Y/N, look at me-"

"No!" you cut him off "Ugh what the fuck is your problem Noah?!" you snap at him. His eye brows raise at your sudden outburst

"My problem? The fuck is your problem? I'm out here treating you to some shopping and now I'M the problem" he answered back as his hands land on his hips

"That's exactly the issue! Last month you were just another asshat! I meet you stupid ex who insults me for something I didn't even agree to! Then some asshole comes and harasses me, talking about you and how I didn't know who I was with...." you rant "...and they were right I have no fucking clue, who the fuck you are...and now here I am standing in some stupid lingerie with you of all people-"

Stopped in your tracks by Noah pushing you into the fitting room. He backs you into the corner, trapping you between his arms.

"Listen to me you fucking brat." he scolds you quietly "I took you because you've been avoiding me like I'm the plague. Yeah...you don't me, and yet I don't know you either, even if you're so fucking easy to read"

You both stand there in silence, your breathing.

"So why..." you asked "...why all of this? It's not like I'm someone you'd want...." you lower your graze back to the floor "...maybe it was supposed to be Denise and not me..." what were you even saying??

"And why not?" he asked as he brings your gaze back up to him. His hand grabs your jaw like he always did, but this time he was...gentle and soft...His face coming closer to yours, holding eye contact with you. This was the closest you both had been, the longest you had looked into his eyes. You notice the small freckles that littered his face. the long lashes that shielded his eyes. Those dark and mysterious orbs, seemed to be softer, more relaxed...like you were looking at somebody else.

"Because....because...." he inches closer and closer to you. His breath fanning over your lips and chin

"use your words flower," he calls you out on your stuttering, but never let's you finish as he captures your lips in a heated, and fiery kiss. His hands hold the back your head as he drags you further into his kiss. The kiss was passionate, messy and full of lust. You kiss him back with as much lust and want as him. feeling a magnetic pull towards him His lips trail from your lips to your cheek, continuing to your jaw and leading to your neck

"no...wait....stop-" he gasp trying to push him away

"Y/N...just let me-"

"Noah. Stop please...." after the second plea he stops and looks up at you "....I want to go....home. Please"

"...a-alright, I'll have Henry send this home...I" he stands up and steps back from you "I...I apologize." he clears his throat and leaves the room for you

You begin to dress yourself, your hands shaking with each article you pick up. You felt your chest squeeze and ache. Something wet drops on to your hand. Looking up to the mirror, you see your eyes water. Tears? Crying? You weren’t hurt, or scared or anything…..so why? Why?

…………

The ride home was quiet. You sat in the front seat with Nick once again, watching as the rain slammed against the windshield. The tension in the car was as thick as a concrete. Nick hadn’t stepped in knowing it may have been something serious. Your clothes would be delivered to your home sometime in the week, since you left in a hurry.

Coming up the familiar path and round the driveway. Noah gave Nick instructions as he gets out of the car with an umbrella. You see him rounding the car to come and get you, but you didn’t wait. You got out of the car in the pouring rain and walked to the door.

“Hey!” Noah calls for you “would you stop being so fucking stubborn already?”

You just ignore him and keep walking, wrapping your arms around your self as you inch towards the door.

“Y/N Sebastian!” When had he ever call you that? You finally stop and whip around. Your drenched hair sticking to your face as you stare him down. He drops the umbrella and marches to you

“Listen to me.” He stops in front of you, just as close as the last time, if not closer. “You’ve said your piece and now you hear mine.”

“Well fucking say it already! It’s not like you’re gonna make it any better” your eyebrows knit together, as that same fire from that night lit in your eyes

“You aren’t scared of me. That much is clear,” his clenched and unclenches “so what the fuck are you so afraid of? Huh?”

You take a moment as your chest heaves

“….what I’m becoming….” You answer never breaking your eyes from his

“You’ve become my wife already, get it over it” he answers you. His head lowering closer to yours once again

“Legally….im not your wife.” You sneer at him. The rain drenching you both as you stood there in a face off.

“Oh but you are..” he said in hushed but husky voice “you already answered to my name, that makes you mine.”

Your waist is pulled into his body as your lips crash once again. However, you don’t fight it this time. Your nails claw and grab at his wet clothes, as his large hands hold you as close to him as humanly possible. His arms pick you up off the group and wraps your legs around his waist. He carries you towards the mansion doors, slipping inside and closing it shut. The heavy oak doors slamming shut, sewing you both away from the storm.

̩͙‿‿༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿ ‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ̩͙‿

To be continued….

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somnambulant-seraphim · 7 months

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·₊˚ 𐐪𐑂 𐐒𐐚 ☽ Millicent Moth ☾ 𐐒𐐚 𐐪𐑂 ˚₊·

He's mainly made of dark greenish-grey fur fabric and cardboard, as well as some extra two-toned silvery grey fur on their chest, feather antennae and hand-painted felt wings. He also has a little crocheted pouch with yarn and knitting needles.

☽ O ☾ ⍋ ☽ O ☾ ⍋ ☽ O ☾ ⍋ ☽ O ☾ ⍋ ☽ O ☾ ⍋ ☽ O ☾ ⍋☽ O ☾

This fuzzy little fella loves all things fiber art, epecially crocheting and knitting (they also enjoy a bit of wool for snacking every once in a while >:] ). He was the one who made Earnest's shawl and Gladys' green sweater! His friends don't have the extra fluff like he does, so of course he's gotta keep them warm! <3

They also enjoy going for a leisurely flutter out in the night sky, stargazing and snoozing, especially if it's a slumber party with friends! 𐐒(୨୧ᵕᴗᵕ) ♡♡ He also loves the moon! ☾˚₊·⋆｡

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pixiesndberries · 1 year

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𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 , 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

harry potter x slytherin-fem!reader (angst ?)

─ you don't know what have gotten to this man , you guys are doing alright then suddenly he asked you ;

"maybe we should end things." you were staggering of what you heard , absolutely dumbfounded of what this man just have said. You don't know what to say , "pardon ─ potter ?" he knew this was bad but for his own reasons this needed to happen , base on your reaction he knew this wouldn't go good. "im sorry i─ i just" he don't know what to say either because of your reaction , you were near crying for god sakes and he doesn't want to see you cry. "don't cry oh ─ (y/n) please ─" he was trying to held you but you pushed him away , don't cry ? what reaction does he want me to have ? Be happy ? you thought. "god potter what has gone to your head !" You pushed him hard quickly running away after leaving harry in his place standing frozen.

"that's ridiculous !" your friend caroline said , you were crying hell at the dormitory since earlier ─ you didn't even attended the few class because you're gonna see him there and for god sakes you don't wanna see him yet. "look he isn't gonna do that without a reason right ?" your other friend lucy sighed tapping your back to cheer you up at least. "look (y/n) i heard a rumor that ─" " shush !" millicent stopped before caroline could finish her words. " No , what is it ?" you asked looking at them , they looked concerned at you well the 'rumors' are indeed concerning especially it could be connected to your recent problem. "forget about it (y/n) it's just a rumo─" "harry kissed cho , the ravenclaw girl" everyone in the circle was shocked , pancy stated what needs to be know by you. "pansy !" millicent hissed "she has the rights to know that , she was his girlfriend c'mon Millicent no one likes to not know that their boyfriend is cheating on them !" pansy replied. This is enough you were staggering of what is happening today. You stood up from the circle and walked away even tho your friends keep calling you out.

You wished this day never happened. You flopped into the bed not feeling anything like you didn't just cried for four hours straight.

─ Not so long , you forgot about him already not completely but you focused better than before. Even tho you saw him somewhere near you , you don't pretty much bother now. You aren't around so much with gryffindors now too which leads Hermione and Ron in confusion what's with you and harry. Few weeks ago you were just with harry walking in the hallway now ? You were nowhere to be found so close to him. "So , harry.." hermione and ron thought this was the great chance to ask about you guys. Harry looked both at his best friend waiting for them to say what they are about to say , "you and .. (y/n) ?" ron asked making harry blink and gulp not knowing what to answer to ron's question. "uhm─ i.." he doesn't know where to start , "still together ?" hermione went straight forward to his question. "i- i don't know" harry replied absolutely feeling dumbfounded. It only means one thing for both hermione and ron , everything is over.

"for atleast what reason harry ?" hermione sighed pushing the fork into the fruit in her plate , ron looking at harry while chewing his food. "i don't want her to get hurt.." that's all he could say , "for what ? Kissing uh y'know" ron smiled awkwardly trying to give idea to harry's reply. Hermione quickly getting it "you did not , that was real ?!" she hissed raising from her seat making almost everyone's eyes turn to her "bloody hell hermione calm down" ron whispered trying to pull hermione back down into her chair. Hermione sighed and sat back down , "it's not just that" harry added as his eyes turn it's way to you ; you were laughing with your friends at the table , you were near blaise who was rumoured to have a crush on you. You were gorgeous than ever , your sweet smile ; voice and eyes.

"i.. want to keep her safe to whatever happens , danger is always near me like in the past few years and i don't want her to be harmed , and this could be the time she could find someone else better than me." he explained with a little shaky voice as if he was about to cry just speaking about it , your are so important to him like he was the last missing piece of his life that he could ever asked for. But you need to understand that you need to be in the right place , where there's no harm and no danger surrounding you. This is the only way he could protect you among from the dangers about to come in his life.

"but what does this gotta do with you kissing ─" "ron. Seriously ?" hermione threatend ron with the fork making ron move back , harry was having his moment. "look harry , if you really think that you should have confronted her !" hermione spoke "i tried but , i can't say it and she ran away- it didn't go as plan" harry explained looking back at them now "because you can't do it , you're pushing yourself into something you don't agree either. You are hurting the both of you" hermione stated with her arms crossed trying to push harry realize things. "go apologize to her , especially you kissing cho." hermione sighed , ron trying to his best not to laugh at the whole harry kissing cho thing. "I don't know what got to me to do that" harry stated "love potion for sure." "Ron i swear to the damn wizards-"

now harry was just planning how would he approach you , it's late night and he could not stop thinking how would he start a conversation with you after the last encounter of you an him had. He couldn't even lock an eye contact with you in the hallway when you look back in his eyes. "How would i apologize like hermione said ?" he spoke to himself like a damn idiot. He was practicing as if he's about to have an important speech tomorrow ; "hi (y/n) good day uh can we talk ? I want to say sorry" he spoke infront of the mirror. He looks stupid , harry himself thought of that too. He sounds like a random dude who was payed to say sorry , he's trying his best to make everything okay even if.. you don't forgive him , or even "-if she doesn't wanna be with me anymore." he said to himself feeling his chest tighten , he was just imagining it. He can't imagine you fully disappearing to his life , you only being a memory. God all he can feel is pain. Maybe if he wasn't stupid enough to kiss cho , to feel worthless to you this wouldn't happen and he wouldn't have hurt you this bad. Tears where flooding now , should he even confront you tomorrow ?

─ harry quietly stood in the hallway with ron , they were waiting for hermione who isn't here yet. "why is hermione taking so long to come ?" harry asked scratching his head , "i- i don't know either , she's definitely finding something in the library again or probably- beated malfoy's ass" ron laughed making harry laugh as well. Harry sighed and lean his head on the wall closing his eyes , taking deep breathes. "Bloody hell , is that (y/n) ?!" Ron quickly reacted in disbelief making harry's eyes wide open , you were with hermione walking. You look like you were disagreeing to come but , everyone is scared hermione granger so what could you do ? Harry was staggering not knowing what to do , and there's ron who was already day dreaming what could happen. "Goodluck harry." That's all he could say , he knew he would have a friend who needed to be comforted later. "Hi boys !" Hermione greeted , "hi ron" you smiled awkwardly. "I guess there is an important thing to be talked about here , c'mon ron" hermione quickly took ron's arms and drag him out of the circle.

"sorry about─ hermione." he was speechless but decided to speak at least few words just so things wouldn't be awkward. "it's fine , it happens.." you smiled "well uh hermione said you wanted to confront me so i─ uh im here now maybe this is a great time." you spoke confidently but deep inside ; you were so happy to see him and if there's only a chance you wished you could hug him right now. "can we go somewhere more private ?" he asked with a deep breath , you nodded as a reply.

"so uh.. tell me" you spoke looking at him eye to eye , his brown eyes god- they are your weakness but you are hiding them because you believe that you are over him already and this is the closure you wanted right ? so then this is it. Take it. "i.." all the words he practiced last night was suddenly gone , he couldn't even spoke a letter to start to. "Harry , if you are forced to do this─" "im sorry for that day (y/n) that wasn't my intention , i just want to properly explain it to you that , i wasn't doing that because i just wanted to but.." he paused for a moment looking deeply t your eyes. "bu- but ?" you whispered gulping. "I've said that because.. i.. i just wanted you to be safe from all the danger i was carrying with me and i want you somewhere safer , i don't want you to be harmed (y/n) you are everything i could asked for and i don't wanna ever lost you ." he spoke , he said what he needed to be said from his heart and head. "and you truly deserve someone better." he added. "harry james potter. You are all i need , if there's a danger im going with you , maybe i am safe but what about you ? If there's is a safe space i could be , it was in your presence potter. And if i deserve someone better it's you." you replied as tears started to appear in your eyes , slowly streaking down into your cold cheeks. "but , cara mia potter.. if i was indeed important to you why.. why would you kiss cho?" harry doing that is unforgivable. "Harry i understand you but i don't think i could forgive you , but i guess this is the closure we both need. It was a great time being with you." You loved him and this was against your will but he needed to realize what he did absolutely destroyed you. "I understand (y/n) , thank you for taking your time with me , please take.. take care of yourself" harry spoke trying not to cry as well. His hands interact with yours , "if i could apologise in thousand ways i would do it , im sorry (y/n)" he couldn't take it anymore , you guys are sharing pain right now. He cried holding your hands and as much as you want to take your hands away you can't. For the last time you wanted to feel this. He slowly pulled you into his arms , and you quickly dropped your things and hugged him so tightly. Harry did the same thing.

If he could love you again , he would have loved you right.

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moomoorare · 1 year

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(20. dragon) the girls wearing dragon onesies. millie just put her arm on pommes head, ready to bicker a bit

#piratecove au #millicent dsmp #pomme dsmp #dream smp #dsmp fankids #mcytblr's fancharacter fest #rare sketchbook #i really love this. especially the colors

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sylasthegrim · 9 months

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The Delicate Art of Pleasure - Aemond x Aunt!OC - Part 1/2

Tags: incest, age difference, sexual tension, slight mommy kink, dom/sub vibes, dom OC, sub Aemond

Wordcount: 4.1k

When Millicent Hightower, Alicent's older sister, comes to court after years of not visiting, and she cannot help but notice how her nephew Aemond has grown into quite the handsome and accomplished young man. As she notices his attraction to her, she takes it upon herself to dedicate a night to his education; to teach him the delicate and precise art of pleasing a woman.

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The Delicate Art of Pleasure ✾ Part 1

In the year 101, the Old King Jaehaerys, whose health was failing, appointed a new Hand to guide him and shoulder the burden as he entered the final years of his reign. He found a trusted advisor in none other than Otto Hightower, son of the Voice of Oldtown, and so the new Hand arrived at court when summoned, along with his wife and youngest child, a daughter named Alicent.

His lady wife was pained to leave her other children behind, especially her oldest daughter Millicent, a girl of barely four and ten, but she left her with the assurance that she would soon marry into a good and fortunate family, and therefore her mind was slightly eased.

As time passed slowly in the Red Keep, and the Stranger came for Lady Hightower; her daughters grew up miles apart from one another, but never far from each other’s thoughts. Despite the decade that separated them, the two sisters grew closer after the passing of their mother, clinging to their memories and sharing them in long letters. When her condition permitted it, when she wasn’t round with another of her husband’s large babes, Millicent would visit her sister in the Red Keep. She found the place dilapidated and dreadful, smelling of dragon ash and sour wine, but she visited nonetheless, and Alicent always found comfort in her company.

Millicent was present when her younger sister became Queen, and was proud to bow to her and call her by her new title —she was even prouder when a couple of years later, her once shy sibling crossed the Great Hall in the middle of the King’s speech, in a bright green dress that left no doubt on her true allegiances. Sadly, as her own children grew and her husband’s health failed, she had less time and opportunity to visit. She learned from her nephews’ and niece’s accomplishments by letters, growing fond of them like any aunt would —she was delighted when Daeron came into her care, as she was able to leave her husband’s affairs in the hands of her oldest son and join the boy in their ancestral family seat.

As Daeron grew from a boy to an adolescent, and Millicent reached past her fortieth name day, she thought it was time to resume her frequent visits. And so she used any pretext she could to make the arrangements and travel with the boy when her uncle, the Lord of the Hightower, permitted it.

Therefore it was no surprise to anyone when a week before petitions from Vaemond Velaryon were to be heard, Daeron and his aunt, Millicent Hightower, returned to court.

Despite being nearly five and forty years old, she still was a beautiful woman. She had aged with grace, the women said with envy and the men with lust —her skin was thinner than it used to be, but it was still a flawless porcelain color, and the lines around her eyes and mouth only added to her character. Her once fiery red hair had turned darker, like falling leaves when summer faded in favor of winter, and the auburn color made her rich brown eyes stand out. They were the soft and mellow color of hazelnuts, with long lashes that fanned on her cheeks when she laughed.

Her plump mouth was always stretched in a grateful, joyful smile, and it seemed that every aspect of life delighted her. She took pride in taking on hardships and overcoming them, and bore burdens that would have made frailer women cry —she was a force to be reckoned with, and many at court admired her for those qualities.

It was with that same cheerful smile on her face that she stepped out of the carriage and onto the ground of the inner courtyard, looking around at the familiar walls of the Red Keep. After a quick look-around, she turned to the party awaiting her and rushed to her sister’s side, enveloping her into an embrace the queen gladly fell into.

“Sister,” Millicent greeted with affection, pressing a kiss to Alicent’s hairline before stepping away to curtsy. “My Queen,” she offered with mirth, as though she was mocking the title, but both women knew it was merely a jest recalling games from their childhood.

“Millicent, it is so good to have you here again,” Queen Alicent replied, a tired smile stretching her mouth.

“I reckon it is. You look tired, my poor dear,” Millicent murmured as she rose again, her hand coming to cup her sister’s face, her thumb swiping an invisible tear from her cheekbone. Then, with the assurance that her arrival was welcome, she stepped aside and let Daeron throw himself in his mother’s arms. As mother and son reunited, Millicent stepped toward her nephews and niece, starting with Helaena.

The young woman greeted her with delight, and she had the same gesture toward her she had had for her mother; a kind caress to the face, along with a gentle word. She was more exuberant in her affection when she greeted her oldest nephew, curling her hands along each side of his face and kissing his forehead like a mother would, making the young man preen and laugh at some jest she must have whispered as she did so.

Then, finally, she turned to the young man whose eyes hadn’t left her since she had stepped out, watching her like a hawk as she greeted his mother and siblings.

“Aemond, how you’ve grown,” Millicent said with warmth and a touch of admiration, which made his heart skip a beat. She extended her arms toward him and waited for him to take the first step. As his siblings turned to greet Daeron, Aemond dipped his head in silent acceptance, and his aunt was quick to shower him with her affection.

As her warm hands cupped his face and her thumb traced the portion of the scar that extended past his eyepatch tenderly, Aemond could hardly bring himself to meet her eyes, but he forced himself to do so. As his purple orb met her warm hazelnut eyes, she smiled brightly and brought his face down for a kiss. She pressed her lips to his cheek, and he was suddenly overwhelmed with the scent of lilac and gooseberries.

It had been a few years since Aemond had last seen his aunt, but it seemed to him she hadn’t aged a day. The only thing that troubled him was how her warmth and affection made his stomach clench as she kissed his cheek, murmuring a few kind, private words to him. “What a handsome young man you’ve become, Aemond,” she said as she pulled away, pride etched on her face.

Aemond couldn’t tell if it was wishful thinking on his part, or a deliberate act on hers, but it seemed to him that she lingered with him more than she had with Aegon, as though she wished to gaze up at him longer. He felt the loss of her warmth like an ache as she pulled away, but not before her thumb had traced his scar once again, and her forefinger had stroked the back of his ear, making him shiver.

Millicent’s particular tenderness stayed with Aemond all throughout the afternoon, and well into the evening as they gathered for dinner. The King was absent from the reunion, but Aemond could tell his mother was glad to be alone with her sister and children. It seemed her sister’s presence had lifted everyone’s spirits, the Queen included; she looked more radiant, less worried than she had in the morning.

The food was rich and delicious, and the wine that accompanied it was deep and tart, and the way it spread on Aemond’s tongue was pleasant —his mouth felt peculiarly dry. Between the cranberry and plum sauce that accompanied the roasted goose, and the dark root vegetables such as beetroot that all stained the lips, he had a hard time taking his eye off his aunt, whose laughter was a beacon of delight in and of itself.

“How is marriage treating you, my dears?” she asked Aegon and Helaena after a second cup of wine. “I haven’t seen you since the day you were wed.”

Helaena made a soft humming sound, almost as though she hadn’t heard the question, but Aegon snorted into his cup. “You have met the children,” Heleana finally said when it was obvious her brother and husband was not going to answer.

“That is all the answer I need, I suppose,” Millicent answered with a kind smile for her niece, but they all knew her words were meant to be slightly biting and destined for Aegon. The young man was stuck between astonishment and a self-deprecating sort of laughter, but his mood cheered again when his aunt threw him a fondly exasperated look over her cup.

“How is our aunt treating you, brother?” Aemond asked Daeron, who was glad to answer and go into details about his education. The boy was spirited but disciplined, and he seemed to enjoy studying the same topics as his older brother, but as he started detailing his latest read, Aemond found he did not have the patience to listen to him.

Instead, his eye was caught by his aunt Millicent, who was still silently conniving with Aegon. The banter between the two was legendary, and all knew she enjoyed teasing him as much as he enjoyed being on the receiving end of her wit. She had never hid her discontentment with the way he treated some matters, such as his wife, but she never blamed him or belittled him. Instead, she seemed intent on helping him and supporting him, providing him with counsel he was actually amenable to hear and capable of following.

Such was the art of being a woman in a world of men, Aemond supposed, and Millicent surely excelled at it. She knew how to be convincing and insistent without being rude or overstepping her bounds, and she knew how to inspire respect and admiration with her posture and a few, well-placed compliments.

“I am glad you are thriving in Oldtown,” Alicent said in a louder tone than the one she usually spoke in, and Aemond realized his younger brother had been looking at him expectantly throughout his speech.

“So am I,” Aemond added gladly, then added after a sip of wine. “I shall take you to the library on the morrow, if you wish.”

Daeron looked satisfied with his answer, and Aemond returned his attention to his plate, although his appetite wasn’t great. He was about to tuck a piece of meat in his mouth when his aunt’s voice was heard once again. “What about you, Aemond, how are your studies going along?”

“Quite well, thank you,” he answered primly, not wanting to step into his brother’s light.

“He is quite brilliant, actually,” sweet Helaena added, and Millicent hummed with interest.

“Oh, please tell us about it, then,” she continued, and even Daeron nodded eagerly.

Under the impatient gaze of his younger brother and the intense one of his aunt, Aemond forced himself to recount the last battle he had read about, and the fascinating insight Maesters had on the outcome, keeping it short and to the point. It was obvious his brother wanted to hear more, but he had no wish to keep speaking as everyone listened in silence, and based on the look Aegon was throwing him from across the table, the sentiment was very much visible on his face.

Still, when he made it obvious he wouldn’t add more, instead finally tucking the now cold piece of meat into his mouth, Millicent raised her cup to him with a sly smile. “My congratulations, Alicent, it seems you have raised an intelligent and studious young man,” she said to her sister without taking her eyes off of Aemond. Clenching his left hand on his knee, hidden under the table, he felt his stomach clench again, his chest swelling with a strange blend of pride and embarrassment.

“Thank you, sister,” the Queen answered, oblivious to the effect Millicent’s words were having on her son. “I am grateful you have succeeded all the same with Daeron.”

The following days went on much the same, except aunt Millicent seemed to avoid the subject of Aemond’s studies. She was generous with her compliments and affection, but he suspected it was because she had taken to shadowing him and Daeron as they went about their day. It was logical, as the boy was her charge, but Aemond was grateful for her presence.

When she was not keeping her sister company, she was watching them train in the courtyard and was always the first to applaud at the end of their joust, and she followed them to the library to listen to their discussions every chance she got. She truly seemed to admire Daeron’s spirit and intelligence, and he was glad his younger brother had such a bright and encouraging presence in his life.

From time to time her eyes would linger on Aemond’s face and upper body, and he remembered her first words to him as she had exited the carriage upon her arrival. How you’ve grown. He supposed it must have been bittersweet and perhaps even difficult, as it seemed she had remembered as a boy on the cusp of manhood, and he had now become a man grown. He had grown taller than her, and wider in the shoulders than he had ever hoped to be —he had worked hard to improve himself, training tirelessly under Criston Cole’s supervision.

He took pride in his appearance and personal grooming, making sure he always wore a clean shirt under his doublet, and washing his hair after each ride with Vhagar. Nothing could erase the scar that marred his face, but he would do everything in his power to make it less visible. Instead he worked hard to be noticed first by his shape and posture rather than his eyepatch.

In the early evening of her third day in the capital, after a light supper of mince pies and roasted parsnips, Millicent found her two youngest nephews in the library, bent over a large map of Old Valyria, lost in an animated discussion in their ancient family language, Valyrian.

Daeron lifted his head first when Millicent entered the room silently, as the door had been left ajar, and knocked on the wood with the back of her knuckles.

“My aunt,” he called excitedly, rushing to her to link her arm with hers and pulling her along to the desk where the map lay among scattered books of histories. “Aemond is teaching me about our ancient seat. It is most fascinating.”

“I am sure it is, young man, but the hour grows late, and you promised to join your mother in the Sept for an early mass on the morrow,” Millicent reminded him; still she propped herself on the table with the flat of her hands, bending slightly to see where Daeron was pointing.

The map was soon forgotten to Aemond as the collar of his aunt’s dress dipped and the valley running between her corset-bound breasts was exposed. She was wearing an intricate gown that was far too fastidious for the court fashion at this time of year, but she did not seem to care. The bodice of her dress was tied at the front rather than the back, the laces done tightly over what Aemond suspected to be a generous bosom. “It is quite a beautiful map,” Milicent agreed distractedly as her gaze rose to Aemond’s face, unmistakable noticing where his attention had been.

“Still, it is time for you to retire to bed,” she said firmly to Daeron, and the boy sighed but nodded. She smiled at him and rose from her propped-up position on the desk, reaching up to cup his face in her hands. Like a mother, she pressed a kiss to his forehead, wishing him a night of good rest and inspiring dreams, and the adolescent’s answer was to press himself to her front like a child —she laughed and pressed another kiss to his wild mop of silver curls.

Aemond averted his eyes, feeling as though he was intruding on a private moment, the back of his neck growing hot with envy.

As Daeron scampered away, Millicent turned toward him again. “A delightful boy, isn’t he?”

“Indeed he is,” Aemond answered curtly.

“Almost a man grown,” she trailed, then added. “But not quite.”

Aemond stayed silent as he felt his aunt’s gaze on him, and his mood grew sour. He disliked how she made him feel like a boy caught with his hand in a jar of treats, but before he could either show or voice his displeasure, she spoke again.

“You, on the other hand, have grown quite into a formidable young man,” she praised, and he hated how lovely those words sounded on her tongue.

“So you have said, aunt. On several occasions,” he answered curtly.

“Aemond, don’t be so sour,” she laughed as though he was behaving like a petulant child. “You used to be such a sweet boy.”

“But I no longer am a boy, aunt. I thought that was the whole point you wished to make,” he retorted, pushing past her to exit the library.

“Your mother did warn me you have also grown quite a fiery temperament when provoked,” she called behind his back. “I simply wished to compliment you. Can you blame an old woman for doting on her nephews?”

Aemond turned toward her again, and he felt slightly guilty for his bout of temper. “You are hardly old, my lady aunt.”

“Millicent, please,” she said as she stepped up to him. “As we are both adults, you should call me by my proper name.”

Aemond nodded, as he could not find it in himself to refuse her, and to pass up an opportunity to feel the texture and taste of her name on his tongue. His attraction to her was troubling, but it had such a sweet edge he could only allow himself to indulge. “Now, you should walk with me to the gardens, and tell me everything there is to know about the young man that is now Prince Aemond. Apart from his studies,” she decided with a smile.

Obediently, he offered her his arm so she could take it, and soon the lonely alleyways of the gardens were bearing witness to their conversation. “Tell me about this betrothed of yours. Which of the Baratheon girls is it?”

“Lady Maris,” Aemond replied as he looked at the horizon where the sun was setting on the other side of the bay. The sky was growing dark and gray, dulling the colors of the gardens around them.

“The Four Storms, they are called, but I’m sure you’re aware,” she recounted. “What do you make of her?”

“She is pleasant to look upon, and intelligent. She will be a fine wife,” Aemond answered politely, making Millicent laugh. She stroked the curve of his forearm with her thumb, her fingers splayed on the leather cuff at his wrist. She was holding his arm much more loosely than was usual custom for a lady, but he did not mind her familiarity.

“I am sure she will. But now that you have spoken in your Grandsire’s voice, I would rather hear yours,” she said with a sly smile, looking up at him from between her long lashes.

“She is beautiful, I will not deny it,” he replied.

“Where does your hesitation lie, then?”

“Not with her, rather with myself,” Aemond admitted after a long moment of silence. He had often confided in his aunt as a boy, especially after he had earned his scar, and she had always known what to say to build his confidence back up. “I am afraid of being… inadequate.”

“In what way, dear boy?” she pushed, as though she could not sense his shame and discomfort. Stomach clenched with nerves and chest flushed with embarrassment, Aemond continued.

“I doubt my adequateness when it comes to my husbandly duties,” he voiced as eloquently and elegantly as he could, and he almost stopped in his tracks when his aunt answered him in the most brazen manner.

“Are you afraid you won’t please her in bed, is that it?” she whispered with a touch of humor in her voice, even though the gardens were empty save for them.

“Quite,” he said primly, and she laughed again, a softer sound this time.

“My dear boy, hasn’t your brother educated you in this matter?” Millicent asked, stopping and turning to face him, her hand still on his arm. “I suggested he did, when you started to grow into manhood.”

“He has, although not in a way that bore fruit,” Aemond answered, averting his gaze.

“Well, this shan’t do,” Millicent answered with a touch of affront. “I know well enough what it is to be in a loveless, passionless marriage. I shall not let this Baratheon storm die down because of a lack of proper education.”

“What do you suggest, my aunt?” Aemond asked mockingly, shame rising hot in his throat. “Are you planning on taking me to the Street of Silk yourself?”

Millicent finally removed her hand from his forearm, but she did not step away. In fact, she did the opposite, stepping closer until she merely had to breathe her words for him to hear her in the quiet of the gardens. “I am not blind to the lust of young men, my dear nephew. Your wandering eye has been noticed,” she declared with grace. “This is merely an invitation, which you are free to refuse. But if you wish to learn the delicate and precise art of pleasing a woman, you should join me in my chambers tonight.”

Aemond’s breath was heavy in his chest as the door closed behind him, and he was enveloped in the unique scent of his aunt —lilac, gooseberries and a hint of clove. The blend made his head spin for a second, or perhaps it was the fact that as soon as they were alone in privacy, her hands immediately reached for the laces of her bodice.

Her gaze was warm and assured as she looked upon Aemond while she pulled the ribbons from the eyelets of her gown. In a matter of a few seconds, the heavy fabric parted, revealing a tight corset and the waist of a cotton shift.

“My lady aunt—” Aemond started.

“Millicent, please,” she murmured, a touch of tenderness in her voice. He shuddered, as he instantly knew it was the tone she kept for her lovers, if she had any.

“Millicent,” he corrected himself, making her hum in delight.

“Don’t you worry,” she continued in the same tender voice. “I no longer bleed. Whatever happens tonight will stay in the confines of these chambers forever, and won’t bear any unwanted consequences.”

Aemond stayed silent, watching raptly as she abandoned the half-unlaced ribbons to reach up into her hair, tugging at the pins that kept it in place. Her thin, auburn waves fell like curtains over her shoulders, framing her delicate face. “You can be yourself with me, as you have always been,” she assured him, pointedly looking at his face and at the eyepatch that covered a portion of it. “Free of any judgment. Free of any constraint.”

Aemond had been so enraptured by her words that he hadn’t noticed his own body deciding to step forward, entering her personal space, until his hand was buried in her soft mane, stroking his fingers through it to undo the tresses. “Millicent,” he murmured, and she tasted her name on his lips. Her kiss was barely a shadow, a gentle graze that left him wanting for more; he chased her lips but she refused him, angling her face away.

“Tonight, I will give you all you ever dreamed of and more, only if you award me the same favor,” she whispered almost solemnly. “I will show you what a woman’s body can do, and how much pleasure it can bring to a man. On one condition.”

“Yes,” he hissed, and she reached up to trace the curve of his lips with the tip of her fingers, grazing the pointed end of his upper canine.

“That you follow my lead, and defer to me,” she said, and her words along with her sly expression set his stomach ablaze. He felt himself grow hard and hot in his trousers, aching for her touch and guidance.

He hummed darkly in response. "Whatever you wish me to do," he vowed, his hooded eye meeting her gaze, making her sly smile curl enticingly. "I will follow your lead."

And with those words, he sealed what promised to be the longest, most pleasurable night of his life.

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Miracles don't exist | 5: The first task

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): It's a short one lads [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

As it turns out, the first task is getting a golden egg from a dragon. Harry told you that Hermione told him that someone told Ron that Hagrid was looking for him because he wanted to show the dragons.

Ron's not speaking to him after the whole school thinks he put his name in the Goblet of Fire. You honestly don't understand why someone would put their name in seeing this.

Krum's running around the stone ring, trying to knock out the dragon with a spell. The Slytherins and Durmstrang boys cheer him on. Draco and his goons wave a banner with Krum's name.

You sigh and look bored around. You feel a tap on your shoulder and see Gjol, Sigge, and Bjarne. Sigge and Bjarne wave while Gjol smiles brightly.

"Exciting, isn't it?" He grins, leaning close so you can hear him above the crowd chanting and the dragon roaring down below.

You give him a small smile that doesn't seem to convince him. He raises his brows and you sigh. "I- just... I can't help but be sorry for those dragons."

This earns a full-on belly laugh from Gjol. "You do not act like the others, do you?"

"How so?", you ask with a smile ─ genuine this time ─ cocking your head to the side in curiosity.

Gjol turns his body towards you, a flirty grin on his face. "Well... You are very considerate of others, even animals. I've seen you always let others go first."

"So, you've been watching me? Bit stalker-ish, innit?" You bite the inside of your bottom lip and look up at him. Gjol's cheeks tint a dusty pink, running a hand through his hair.

"Krum's great, right?" Theodore appears out of nothing with a big but fake smile.

You take a step back from Gjol, not even realising you two have crept close. Gjol seems just as annoyed as he glares at Theodore.

Your attention gets called towards the pitch as the last champion gets called. Harry. You nervously chew the inside of your cheek as you watch him stumble into the ring, an unsure look on his face.

Suddenly, the dragon appears and blows its fire at Harry. He ducks just in time behind a rock before he gets scorched.

Before you can stop yourself, you yell out. "Your wand, Harry! Use your wand!"

He seems to hear you and summons his broomstick, flying away from the dragon. The dragon starts to take off, but the chain holds it back. With a tug, it snaps and the scaley beast takes off after Harry.

Theodore turns towards you with raised eyebrows. "Since when do you call Potter by his first name?"

You cringe both at Theodore's question and the loud roar that comes from the direction of the castle. "I... We're not..." You look in the direction where Harry flew off to, trying to spot him.

After a couple of minutes, the crowd erupts in cheer as Harry flies back on his ─ slightly fried ─ broom. Harry holds up the golden egg with a proud smile.

The cheering and partying for all the contestants continue in the common rooms. The Beauxbatons with the Ravenclaws and the Durmstrang students in the Slytherin dungeons. The Hufflepuff have their own party.

You watch with an amused smile as a handful of girls and boys fawn over Krum while another group tries to butter him up. Your cousin is one of the last ones, not sure if the looks he gives Krum are hundred per cent platonic. He is batting his lashes up at him. It's quite the spectacle.

A sigh leaves your lips as Blaize hoovers around you. At least he's keeping Theodore at bay. He's over at the other side sulking while Millicent babbles to him, not caring if he listens or not.

The second Blaize is distracted by Pansy, you slip out of the common room and sneak towards the astronomy tower, breathing in the crisp November air.

A cold breeze rustles the last remaining leaves on the Whomping Willow. The clouds are thick and illuminate this weird glow. Typical for snow clouds.

You hear the creaking of the stairs behind you and you sigh. Who's next to bother you? Theodore? Draco?

"Harry? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be celebrating with your house?"

Harry shrugs and comes to stand next to you, his back against the railing. "It got a bit too much, you know?"

You lean with your forearms on the railing and nod understandingly.

"Taking a break from Nott?", he asks after a while.

"You noticed?" You chuckle and shake your head. "It's stupid, believe me."

He slides closer, your arms touching. "Have they made it official yet?"

You shake your head, eyes fixed on the stars as you choose not to answer his question verbally. It feels way too legit if you answer that question.

"Will you be okay if once it will be?"

The question makes you look at him. Really look at him. His hair is wild, pointing in every direction, and his green eyes dart from your face to anywhere else. Harry's cheeks are rosy, but that could be from the cold.

"I just... want to be left alone. All these stupid rules and must-dos make me sick! Once I graduate, I am leaving. Gone."

Harry looks at you with big eyes, his mouth slightly agape. You huff out harshly and rub a hand over your face. "Sorry", you mutter, "I don't know where that came from..."

"Where would you go?"

Gaze set on the stars, you think for a moment. "Probably North America. I heard the wizarding community is pretty okay there. Or like France or something. And you?" You turn your head to the side, resting your head in the palm of your hand.

"I... I haven't really thought about it. Probably a professional quidditch player. They make okay money, right?"

You shrug. "I don't really understand quidditch, but probably just as good as muggle football players I would guess."

Harry looks at you weirdly, surprised that you know something about muggles.

You push yourself off the railing, a faint smile on your lips. "I'm not that oblivious to muggle culture, Potter. Congrats on first place, by the way", you say before walking down the stairs.

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